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Irene (Ravin’ Bomb)

Irene (Ravin’ Bomb) lyrics by Ian Noe. Irene pulled in at midnight Lit on the smoke and beer Proudly crawled To the porch and called Your favorite child is...

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Irene (Ravin’ Bomb)

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Irene pulled in at midnight

Lit on the smoke and beer

Proudly crawled

To the porch and called

Your favorite child is here

And Ma asked - Where're ya livin'?

And are ya livin' right within?

She said with fire

Like a gospel choir

A saint immune to sin

Old Irene

Like a ravin' bomb

She's cuttin' every rug

And killin' every jug

She comes upon

Old Irene

Never lacking charm

Said: I was feeling good

And in the neighborhood

I mean no harm

Irene sat down for supper

Pourin' Visine into her eyes

To see her tremblin' hand

Was to understand

Some things you can't disguise

Pa said: Not for nothing

But you don't seem to be quite well

Irene reared back

With a smile and cracked

How could you ever tell?

Old Irene

Like a ravin' bomb

She's cuttin' every rug

And killin' every jug

She comes upon

Old Irene

Don't believe in pain

She said: To live this life

You need a half a pint

To keep you sane

Irene said: But I ain't happy

Sometimes I wake up feeling dead

And if the sun should shine

I close my blinds

Pretend there's rain instead

I took down all my mirrors

I gave away all my rope and guns

Drown the darkest time

With some rot gut wine

And my faithful M.A.S.H. reruns

Old Irene

Like a ravin' bomb

She's cuttin' every rug

And killin' every jug

She comes upon

Old Irene

Said: It's sad but true

In spite of all it brings

It's the only thing

That gets me through

Know it gets me through

Well, it gets me through

Know it hits me good

Know it gets me through

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